You can spend hours reading about Michael Jackson, and profiting from it. It’s the last time to appreciate the art that he produced at least.
The best piece that Ive actually read is from the New Yorker (where the photo is from)
Then this snippet from Esquire.
Not a big MJ guy — never was — but after listening to the nostalgia orgies of the past twenty-four hours, I’m reminded that art can matter. That the stuff of great artists — their songs, their paintings, their books — becomes a part of our lives, and that whether you’re talking about the first time you saw the "Thriller" video or the first time you tried to moonwalk, you’re not really talking about Michael Jackson. You’re talking about yourself. The art is just a marker, allowing each of us to find our way back to some earlier, happier, more carefree version of ourselves. — Richard Dorment
I remember insistently playing cassette 1 of HIStory (the best of portion of that album) in one Pants Sale we did during college, although the hip music during that time was already Duncan Sheik, etcetera. I cant understand why some of my younger younger orgmates cant appreciate any more for example that great blend of a duet I Just Cant Stop Loving You. Now, today, Ive heard the song thrice on radio.
Just considering the variety of sounds and melody of his compositions... Michael Jackson is undeniably a big loss on earth.
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